Chapter Sixteen #2
I no longer have any control of my inhibitions as I bring my hands up into my curls, pulling my fingers through my hair and throwing my head back, exposing my throat.
I close my eyes, imagining it’s his hands that glide down that long, creamy expanse, down over my shoulders and towards my breasts.
His fingers that squeeze them and pluck the nipples with a painful pleasure until they harden and sting.
I moan at the tendrils of warmth that radiate from them, swirling down to join the growing fever between my thighs.
Even with my eyes shut, I can feel his emotions dance with mine, his yearning to act on his desires barely stifled.
That overwhelming feeling of being wanted so fiercely, so passionately, guides one hand to smooth down my stomach and slip into the waist of my underwear.
My wetness and arousal make me jolt with pure, inflamed pleasure as I run a finger down the length of me, dipping in slightly to feel the heat burning for him.
“Take. Them. Off,” he growls, and my eyes flash open.
He has unbuttoned the front of his trousers, his cock is peeking over his waistband, yet he’s still lounging back on the sofa, though now gripping the back, his knuckles white with tension.
And he’s still wearing that damn golden thorn crown on his head, regal and utterly sinful.
I slowly slide my underwear down with both hands and step out of them, tossing them aside.
“Count to five for me, Alaya. On five, I’m going to ruin you.”
“One …” I slide my hand back between my legs.
“Two …” I run a finger the length of my slickness.
“Three …” My finger swirls around my clit, teasing.
“Four …” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
I leave it hanging there in the air. Unfinished with anticipation.
“Five,” he roars as he leaps off the sofa, quickly stepping out of his trousers. The beautiful full and quivering length of him is finally given freedom.
His arms encircle me, caressing my back, and in one quick movement, he sweeps me down to sink into the soft cushions and blankets on the floor. His mouth crushes to mine, his tongue instantly dipping in to find mine. They meet like lost lovers, dancing together as we devour each other.
With the Bond, this closeness of our bodies, the skin on skin, feels incredible, like we are melded into each other. I can’t get enough of touching him, that tingle below my hands, smoothing the length of his strong back, the raised scars a reminder of what we have endured.
He rolls me over, and I straddle him, the slickness between my legs rubbing with painful pleasure on his stomach as I slide slowly back, instinctively searching for his cock as we continue to kiss.
I pull back a little and look down at this stunning Fae gripped below me, and I almost orgasm immediately.
He looks so radiant in his passion, his cheeks flushed, his lips chapped red with kissing, and that hair mussed beyond redemption.
“Would we have loved each other so fiercely if this was our choice?” I breathe out above him.
Those green eyes bore into me with such a deep intensity that I let out a small gasp.
He reaches up and entangles my hair into his strong grip, pulling my face gently closer to his, our lips so close we are breathing the same air.
I can taste his desire—dark and intoxicating, like smoke and honeyed wine.
“You must know by now there was never any choice,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips against mine. My eyes flutter shut, and he smirks against my slightly parted mouth. “It would be us—always”
I am aching to feel him inside me as I feel his quivering cock brush against the cheeks of my rear.
“Yes, husband,” I reply with a cheeky grin, pushing my hips instinctively back towards his hips.
Searching for him. I feel his surge of restraint break within us as he hisses through clenched teeth and grabs my hips to guide me back towards him.
I feel myself part as he pushes the head in so slowly, and my body yearns to push back, but he has my hips gripped tight in place, in control of the pressure.
I moan in protest as he pushes in only a little more.
He’s so hard and thick, the stretch raw yet exquisite.
The fire inside me is going crazy, sending out waves of radiant warmth throughout my body, and the emotions from him—of how he is feeling being inside me is weirdly arousing.
“Oh Gods.” Another moan escapes my parted lips.
“The Gods can’t help you now, my Princess. You’re royally fucked.”
I splay my hands on his hard chest, twining my fingers into the soft hair, and I push back with that surge of need, breaking his control of my hips.
He sinks deep into me, his cock so long and thick the friction is a dull ache.
I scream with the undiluted pleasure this brings, and his groan only heightens our shared fervour.
His grip again secure on my hips, he pulls out slowly until he almost leaves, then slams me back down hard onto him, filling me so completely I feel his hardness throb with exertion.
I lean down to those perfect lips with mine, pushing my hips back to luxuriate in the feel of him inside me, and I dip my tongue into his mouth with abandon, quick and hard, like he had just done with his cock.
As I start to feel him pull out again, I lose myself in the building rhythm between us, the Bond singing with our shared pleasure.
Then—a crack as the main door of the cottage flies open and slams against the wall.
Two Thorn Guards enter, and we hastily pull apart, the fear overriding my disappointment as he pulls out.
“What the fuck!” Kiernan shouts out, standing up, handing me a blanket to cover myself, yet not bothering to cover himself. His erection is standing proud and hard, nearly touching his belly.
The General enters from behind the Thorn Guards, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Apologies for the intrusion,” he says gruffly, his eyes darting about the room, looking anywhere but at Kiernan.
“The Equitae have made another attempt at entering the castle. The King has requested your presence to support the Thorn Guards immediately.”
Kiernan huffs an irritated sigh, smoothing his hand through his already incredibly messy hair. He turns back to me, his temper rising, but a look of conflict in his gaze.
“Go. This is important. I’ll still be here when you get back,” I tell him.
He picks up his discarded clothes and starts to put them back on, tucking himself into his trousers.
He quickly shrugs into his robe, not bothering to do it up.
He stoops down as he passes me and thrusts a hard, consuming kiss against my lips, his tongue lingering a beat too long, as if he doesn’t want to pull away.
“Don’t miss me too much, wife,” he smiles as he finally stands up, “And no finishing this on your own. I made a promise to ruin you, and the furniture is still intact. I expect you on your back with your legs wide open to greet me when I get back.”
The General looks fit to burst with mortification by this point as he hands Kiernan his sword that he has brought along for him.
“I will leave a Thorn Guard here to protect you, Princess. We don’t know if they will gain entry again, and the King is concerned for your safety,” he barks out, motioning forwards a smaller-statured Thorn Guard who had been lingering at the door.
“Good.” Kiernan nods, and he flashes me a cheeky smirk as he exits with the General and the other Thorn Guard.
Alone in the cottage with the Thorn Guard, I start to feel uneasy.
Not only am I naked, I’m never usually left alone with them, and this Thorn Guard is stalking weirdly by the door, its back to me.
I’m wondering if there are any clothes that have been left for me, searching the table and sideboard from where I still sit under the blanket, when I feel its presence loom over me.
Startled, I look up. Before I can let out a scream, its black-gloved hand shoots out and covers my mouth. My eyes widen with fear as it removes its helmet: long black hair flowing over one shoulder, the left side shaved to his scalp, bright yellow glowing eyes boring into me with a wicked glint.
Shit.
His perfect full pink lips, the two silver hoops in his bottom lip glinting in the firelight, part with a low laugh as his eyes dart to the blanket covering me.
“I told you we would meet again—though I didn’t expect you would already be primed and ready for me.” His black-gloved hand reaches out to push the blanket down, exposing one of my breasts.
He leers at me. “Perfect. I will enjoy playing with those.”
“Get your hands off me, you bastard!” I rip the blanket from his grip.
“Oh, look at you—so deliciously wild. Did your Prince lack the skills to tame you?” A dark chuckle. “Don’t worry, darling. Domanikk knows exactly how to make you submit … and beg for more.”
So quick that I don’t see it coming, he brings a dagger, hilt first, to crack with the side of my head. The instant excruciating pain pierces my skull, and everything goes black.